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Mar 2012
I challenge thee,
Nay -- I request thee.
To ignore your ignorant labels that you have given to me.

Yes -- I may be the abnormal one.
A gullible blade in my pocket.
A guitar strapped to my back.
They provide me with comfort.

I do not have a longing to join the crowd.
I am me. Not you, nor him, nor her, nor anyone else.
Kyle Kind
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